I finally made it down to San Jose after a nightmare bus journey. I came from Honduras thinking my ticket was all the way through,direct, to San Jose, so i figured i be here by the same eveningconsidering i left at 5am, but i had to stop off in Nicaragua for onenight and then wake up AGAIN at 4 the next morning to get another 10hour bus. So obviously the thing to do in that situation is goout drinking till 11pm right? Right! Well wrong really butthats what happened.

I randomly bumped into this American chap and it turned out it was hisbirthday, so after i got a bit of food we ended up sitting on the sideof the road at this little place drinking beer and jabbering aboutcrap. A little group of local guys were wondering around withtheir guitars and shakers playing music for people and i managed tojump on the shakers and have a little jam with them. This otherguy that i briefly bumped into at the hotel wondered past and joinedus. It turns out he was a Vietnam vet and had half his ear, 4toes and a chunk of his shoulder blown off! I felt a bit guiltyfor asking him about the ear at first but once he got talking hewouldn't stop. "Back in Naaam!". Interesting to hear abouthis experiences though, Ive never met anyone who actually went therebefore and he was quite cool. Although he ended up getting a bitdrunk and i had to run after him into some random streets and take himback to the hotel. Fun Fun.

So as you can imagine the bus journey the next day was pure pain. It was one of those journeys where you start developing a deep hatredfor everyone around you and the pain they are causing you by makingeven the slightest sound. I got woken up and moved seats 3 timesbefore 6am and then got stuck next to the front door. Its amazinghow many people think it fine to just lean their bags on you head whilethey're standing in the aisle... truly amazing.

I also got lost in San Jose today, i started walking to the main road,Avienda Central, and on the way there somehow ended up doing a completeloop so i ended up approaching the road from the north instead of thesouth, i blame it on this little market thing completely. Sobasically when i thought i was walking down the road heading east, iwas actually heading west, and i didn't figure this out until id almostgone completely mad and then finally arrived at the bus station that iarrived at.... which is completely on the other side of town from myhostel. You can imagine the moment when it suddenly drops? When your expecting to walk up to your hostel any minute and thensuddenly find yourself and hour in the wrong direction. I'mnormally really good at directions as well so i had to go drown mysorrows in a bar for a while to recover, and also because my feet aretotally raw. I made it back in the end though and just finished anice hammock session....mmmmmmmmmmm! Feeling much better now.

Possiblly getting the bus down to Jaco tommorow, or any other bus tothe beach, which is only 2 hours away. See how it goes.